@Pickles group
I hate my parking spot
I hate my parking spot
oh
i just saw a freaking fox sprint across the parking lot and into the woods on my way home from the bus stop.
Oh wow! That seems cool!
It was scary XD I ran back the second i saw it
Guys, there are foxes living in my neighborhood, and one time me and my boyfriend were cuddling in the grass at a park in the dark, and like 4 foxes came out of nowhere, and one even laid by my foot and I wanted to pet it so bad. AHCK.
Awww i would want to pet the fox if it laid by my foot too but it was probably a good idea not to pet it, just in case they didn't like that
Yeah…but foxes are my favorite animal. My boyfriend kinda had to restrain me so i didn't get my hand bitten off.
well then your boyfriend is awesome! or at least even more awesome now! XD I would do the same if it were a stray cat… but like I don't want to have to go to the hospital or anything cause I hate shots
I feel. Also guys, I have started 2 rando group rps in the character chats section under Roleplay in the Discussions if anyone is interested.
Yup I've seen them lol
okay miri
Thanks Miri!
Nah. I live for causing mayhem.
ERIS! -_- Cmon. A little respect for your friends.
oof
Imma rant
But like
In poem form
Because I’m not sure how to really explain it.
“I think I love you.”
That’s what he said,
But I know it’s not true.
With his wandering gaze
And his touch that just barely
Passes outside of a hug
It makes me want to drink chlorine
Rather than say
“I love you too.”
In practice, he had me so distracted
I forgot to hold back
To stay in the middle of the heat,
And I won the race.
Even beating the guys without
The disadvantage of curves.
But then the coach told me
“Good job.
You’re getting better.”
And he didn’t understand
Why I started to cry.
Bold of you to assume I have friends that don't love my chaotic neutral ways
Eris. Good point. Also, up to rp?
And Puns-offers hugs-
Nah. I live for causing mayhem.
Okaybutitsactuallyreallydisrespectfulnottoaskfirst
Imma rant
But like
In poem form
Because I’m not sure how to really explain it.“I think I love you.”
That’s what he said,
But I know it’s not true.
With his wandering gaze
And his touch that just barely
Passes outside of a hug
It makes me want to drink chlorine
Rather than say
“I love you too.”
In practice, he had me so distracted
I forgot to hold back
To stay in the middle of the heat,
And I won the race.
Even beating the guys without
The disadvantage of curves.
But then the coach told me
“Good job.
You’re getting better.”
And he didn’t understand
Why I started to cry.
Low key confused
Imma rant
But like
In poem form
Because I’m not sure how to really explain it.“I think I love you.”
That’s what he said,
But I know it’s not true.
With his wandering gaze
And his touch that just barely
Passes outside of a hug
It makes me want to drink chlorine
Rather than say
“I love you too.”
In practice, he had me so distracted
I forgot to hold back
To stay in the middle of the heat,
And I won the race.
Even beating the guys without
The disadvantage of curves.
But then the coach told me
“Good job.
You’re getting better.”
And he didn’t understand
Why I started to cry.Low key confused
High key agreed
Low key a really good poem
Imma rant
But like
In poem form
Because I’m not sure how to really explain it.“I think I love you.”
That’s what he said,
But I know it’s not true.
With his wandering gaze
And his touch that just barely
Passes outside of a hug
It makes me want to drink chlorine
Rather than say
“I love you too.”
In practice, he had me so distracted
I forgot to hold back
To stay in the middle of the heat,
And I won the race.
Even beating the guys without
The disadvantage of curves.
But then the coach told me
“Good job.
You’re getting better.”
And he didn’t understand
Why I started to cry.Low key confused
High key agreed
well put super simply, I got harassed and started crying in swim practice.
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